Pratboy421: Cell mate sprange me from jail and brought me to a tavern where I met a man who fed me some kind of potion and bespelled me. Now i've apparently been bound as a slave working as a necromancer for a midget with a giant pig-faced man. It never ends!
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Thank you for your comment! I will love it and hug it and pet it and call it George. Or, you know, just read and reply to it. But still- you rock!